Eighteen Weeks

Yesterday I hit eighteen weeks with this pregnancy. After everything with our last pregnancy, we've kept this one way on the down-low. It hasn't been easy since I was pretty much showing at eleven weeks along, but people have been kind enough not to ask or inquire. I feel like I've been on an emotional roller coaster full of excitement, anticipation, and fear. These last four and a half months have gone by so quickly simply because I am always looking forward to my next midwife appointment so that I can hear that tiny heart beating and have a few minutes of peace. My midwife is so so good as I have cried, expressed my fears, and related my emotions to her. I am so grateful for her and the time that she takes for me! 

A few days after I went for my first blood test, my midwife called, worried with some results that she had received. My thyroid levels were all out of whack and I needed to get into my family doctor as soon as I could to get a prescription to help level things out. I immediately began researching and coming across words like intellectual impairment, stillbirth, spontaneous abortion, and delayed development. It was a frustrating two days trying to get a hold of my doctor (as if I wasn't already stressing enough). I tried a walk-in clinic after the littles went to bed and after three hours of waiting, the server was down so no one could access my blood work and write me my prescription. The next day I prayed hard and lucked into a same day appointment with my family doctor thanks to a cancellation. I was able to get my prescription and my doctor was kind enough to let me hear the heartbeat since it was around the same time I had miscarried the last baby.

The children are excited and oh so helpful. Each time they pray they remember to bless the baby and tears almost always come when I hear those sweet words. They were extra excited to learn that baby was coming before Christmas and Camilla acted out a frantic scene that I'm sure will take place at Christmas, "No, you get the baby, I gotta decorate the..." "No, I'll get the baby, you decorate the tree.." "No, Camilla, you get the baby.." "Who's gunna decorate the tree?" It made me laugh big time. I love that girl. Camilla wants a baby sister and Hyrum wants a baby brother. I'm certain they will love either a baby sister or a baby brother. 

We are enjoying the last leg of Summer and gearing up for crazy as we accompany Daddy for three months while he's on training. It will be lots of back and forth as baby gets closer to arriving and my appointments get closer together. But we are excited for the adventure and family time!